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Sometimes you just have to say, 'fuck it, let's just make the songs actually be about hockey.' Oddly, much of this album (made up of thematically-related archival recordings) is less brutal sounding than some of the angrier fruits of Joey's recent voluminous output (perhaps they Zamboni-ed out the hardcore gashes). But, shit, are you thinking you
don't want a CD where DOA cover Stompin' Tom, Freddie Blassie, and BTO? You
don't want an all-anthem CD where they have a hockey overtime metaphor love song? You don't want a CD that namechecks John Belushi and Trotsky? Then something in you just don't add up. So you're perfect for a sport that consists of only three quarters.
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